My nose is numb – or maybe it’s my finger tips, I’m not quite sure.
Whatever – I’m slightly drunk, as opposed to slightly pregnant – and we all know that’s impossible.
You either are or are not preggo’s but you can be always be a little bit inebriated.
I don’t know what the legal limit is but I’m only walking from the living room to the bathroom. Maybe for obvious reasons. (RALPH!)
Whatever the limit, I feel completely comfortable being a little tipsy in my own home.
So bear/suffer through with me.
Or maybe not – if you’re not a little sloshed yourself.
I mean, what’s the point if you have to drink alone.
And just because you’re alone doesn’t mean you’re lonely – you know.
I never feel lonely – I feel annoyed that I don’t have someone to yell at – but never lonely. The cat and dog take care of that.
Family is too much responsibility – dog and cat can probably make it on their own, you know.
OK – I’m done before I say something embarrassing about hubby, children, boss, or priest. Well, about the priest … you know.
I never realized how often I looked up from the keyboard to the screen – it’s quite torturous after a couple a glasses of Coppola’s Rosso. Almost like a sitting still motion seasickness.
My bottle of Rosso had a little homey, table-top-wine glass shrunk-wrapped to the top of it. It works very well.
About my – whoops – nose is back !
Bye – yours ’til God laughs – you know.